ellemac23: The eyes that see far beyond the surface, Land of mountains and frailties Beyond the curve of the particular road Through rocks and into the core. Inside where all is hot and ready, Only for you. Only for you, intellectual, Believer in beauty at the center. Saturate the soul I live. Grow my roots into blooming daisies. Furrow into the world of me. Find the sign that...
To be sure, repression must allow an occasional breathing space…otherwise, if...– Italo Calvino, If on a winter’s night a traveler (via californiapunk)
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humanpollution: Virgins Plus Curtains Minus Dots - Mina Loy Latin Borghese Houses hold virgins The doors on the chain “Plumb streets with hearts” “Bore curtains with eyes” Virgins without dots Stare beyond probability See the men pass Their hats are not ours We take a walk They are going somewhere And they may look everywhere Men’s...
Moreover, The Moon
ibreakhorses: Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven draw us under. Silver, circular corpse your decease infects us with unendurable ease, touching nerve-terminals to thermal icicles Coercive as coma, frail as bloom innuendoes of your inverse dawn suffuse the self; our every corpuscle become an elf.
human-voices: a state of mind consisting of pure sensation or emotion without cognitive content
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We control our thoughts which mean nothing, and not our emotions which mean...– Paul, Masculin Féminin (via bcastro93) Jean-Luc Godard Watched this yesterday. A great film indeed.
californiapunk asked: Here's what I fear - that the artist has become marginalized, to the point where it is a dying breed. The poet, the writer, the painter, the philosopher - it's as if society doesn't have a need for them anymore. I feel like all I do is work now and the older we get the more society stresses work. And art becomes some kind of childhood pastime that we need to outgrow. Jesus Christ. I...
californiapunk asked: So do you have a particular object of inspiration when you write or paint? Like a centralized theory or philosophy that you are trying to communicate? Or is it all kind of random - more of a collection of ideas and feelings that you are working off of?
The sun sets unevenly and the people go to bed. The night has a thousand...– Robert Creeley, Chasing the Bird (via variousridiculousities)
ellemac23: The buzzing is constant it never ceases to annoy That buzzing of the dirty scavengers that live in this place. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Of the beggers and fools living off the workers and players of this world. Leave me alone. I do not want to be bothered by your incessant voices. The squeak and squeal. I hate the noise. When they are gone, quiet nirvana of soundless...
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One...– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via cyrtenes)
californiapunk asked: Do you ever fear that you will reach a point in your life where books won't mean as much to you as they do now? Maybe you read because you are seeking something. And someday you will find it. Or maybe you read because you like to be entertained. And someday you will have a family and books will no longer be needed. Or not needed as much.
Be a big social experiment in getting what you don’t want. Find value in what...– Chuck Palahniuk (via pvij)
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